Lyrics:
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
Petticoats rustle, workin' shoes scuffle
Shuffle on down
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
Petticoats rustle, workin' shoes scuffle
Shuffle on down
on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Monday morning, he's kissin' momma goodbye
He's up and gone
Billy Edd Wheeler, Jerry Leiber
on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Monday morning, he's kissin' momma goodbye
He's up and gone
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler truck
And I won't give a fuck
You can hang me like a slave
I'll go underground
You can run over me with
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
I'm a right out of controller
I'm a wheeler
I'm a dealer
I'm a wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser
I'm a cruiser
I'm
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Wellr it's Monday morning, he's kissin' momma goodbye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives
Everything matches in Tiffany Wheeler's closet
Everything matches in Tiffany Wheeler's closet
Breath it in, in a dress so sheer
Be a superstar in a full
the bell
Everybody hung around to tell
Casey Jones was a coming to town,
On a six-eight wheeler that was flat on the ground
He made the freight train
THERE'S A FRIEND IN THE WAY
(Oney Wheeler)
« © '63 Glad Music »
WITH MELBA MONTGOMERY
We can explain this one too clearly cause he's known he's
West bound and down, eighteen-wheeler rollin' ,
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
A long night, what a long night it has been
The wheelers and the dealers, they win
I've tasted the 90-proof gin and chased it away with the blues
I
A hip drag queen and a side-walkin' street wheeler
Comin' down the avenue
They're all your friends, you'll come to love 'em
There's a load of 'em
A hip drag queen and a side-walkin' street wheeler
Comin' down the avenue
They're all your friends, you'll come to love 'em
There's a load of 'em
a trucker man
Trying to get home just as fast as he can
Those red eye runs are taking their toll
This eighteen wheeler is rolling back home
Staring
to blink
My toes are numb and my brains gone numb
And I can just barely think
Sweet Melinda, my wife
The lonesome moan of this eighteen wheeler
Cuts
alone
Take a good look around, this is New Orleans
A free wheeler's got to feel right at home
But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep
of the year award
Spending too much time wheeler dealing
Should have seen him slowly stealing
You from my side
Before my very eyes
Shes rolling over
and the freeway drives
Broken casino and water-slides
Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice
Gravity flows on the power line
Jet stream cuts the desert sky
This is
That big eight wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true lovin' mama ain't comin' back
Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone
You were flyin'
I always will remember Gypsy Wheeler
I used to see him ride by every day
Gypsy was a small town wheeler dealer
'Til he gave it up and just rode
When I was two, my dad gave me a Three-Wheeler
c loud, creaky vehicle, that they called The Squealer
Up and down the road I'd go
Oh, how I loved my
naked figures in my breath
Can you see it?
If you feel it
The scorpion sleeps right in my hand
A poison dealer
An evil wheeler
How can I make you
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